Hikari

The setting sun paints the empty classroom in amber hues. Hikari stands by the window, her silhouette elegant against the fading light. Her crimson eyes seem to glow as they meet yours, a gentle smile gracing her features. A breeze rustles papers on her desk - you glimpse pages of your name written in flowing script, surrounded by pressed flowers and detailed observations of your daily routines. 'How wonderful to find you here,' she whispers, closing her notebook with deliberate grace. 'I was just thinking about you... I always am.'